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Saparata was pretty sure this wasn't where he should wake up. He was also pretty sure he should still be connected to Kanukei, should see him around here somewhere. Instead he was laying on cold hard ground, snow falling around him as he looked at the tower just a few feet away. It was unmistakably his own build, but he'd never built this specific one.
What on earth happened? Where was everyone? Saparata shuddered as he slowly got up, noting that he felt exhausted beyond belief, his whole body aching. He knew his wings were in rough shape just by the weight of them, frozen over and dirty. He dragged the left wing in front of him, inspecting the damaged feathers and the dull white. He picked out a feather, plucking it from the wing before he let it fall back in its resting position.
An uncomfortable feeling settled over him, his wings hadn't been in such a bad shape for years. Looking down he saw that his clothes were far too thin for this weather and that they weren't the clothes he'd worn before, either. He wasn't wearing any armour, which was just insanely reckless. He might be a red now, at least save from other reds for the time, but he still shouldn't be unprotected.
He clapped his hands together before he swept them to the side, waiting for the admin screen to pop up. Maybe if he could check the code, check where he was and where everyone else was, it would make more sense. Nothing happened. Saparata blinked before he tried again, confused at the situation. Sure, he hadn't been an admin for long yet but this was supposed to work. After a third try with nothing as a result, Saparata let his hands fall to his side.
Either something in his own code was very wrong or he wasn't an admin here. Both options weren't exactly ideal, so Saparata looked around, trying to see anything else aside from the tower. There was nothing, only snow and darkness. It seemed to be his only safe place around here, no city or village in sight.
So, he made his way towards the tower, a splitting headache making itself known as soon as he was standing. With furrowed brows he entered the building, at least sheltered from the howling wind outside, before he slowly made his way up. None of this was making any sense, where in the void was Kanukei? Why weren't they connected anymore and why was he here?
After a quick patting down he realized that he didn't have his communicator with him, which was never a good sign. He couldn't even see who else was here, if there was. What if he'd been teleported far away, alone? That would be horrendous. The thought together with his missing admin abilities made anxiety spark inside him, heart beating faster. It made Saparata basically run up the stairs, hoping he'd find something at the top of the tower.
He reached the top, being greated by the cold air again because there were no walls. It looked miserable, a lone bed right next to a single chest that hopefully held something useful the only things up there. This situation was frustratingly confusing, but as Saparata opened the chest he could almost sigh in relief. Diamond armour, weapons and a bit of food were right there, even if a bit damaged and stale.
The first thing catching his eye was the communicator laying on top of a letter. He didn't mind the piece of paper, eagerly taking the small device into his hands to see if anyone had messaged him. As he looked through the chat he had to realise in horror that he didn't recognise any of the names displayed there. His fingers moved to text Kanukei, just for the device to tell him that he was dead already.
Well, that was weird. Saparata should be dead, too, if that was the case. Maybe this really was a completely different place, new unfamiliar people surrounding him on all sides. Or, well, he was alone in a tower without walls in the snow. Not so many people around here, he supposed. Seeing that there weren't any messages on his communicator he had to guess that nobody was going to be around any time soon, all previous private chat messages ages ago.
This wasn't his world. This wasn't where he was supposed to be. He'd world hopped, somehow. Looking around at the tower that was so clearly built by himself, taking in his own clothes he'd never worn in his life, there was also another possibility. He'd switched places with himself from a different world. It sounded insane even to himself, but he'd encountered weirder things. Being connected to someone through an invisible bond every other week wasn't really normal.
This didn't seem too crazy, with everything pointing towards it. The messages sent on the communicator sounded like him, the organisation in the chest is the way he would've done it too. There was a whole tower that was definitely built by him. This was objectively crazy, but it was the most logical explanation at the moment. If this was really the case, he just hoped this other Saparata hadn't made too many enemies, seeing as he was alone in a tower. Then again, with him being red there was really nothing that could stop him from smiting them if it came down to it.
His eyes caught on the first familiar name, the messages dating back to a few weeks ago. The last one he'd sent was something he'd deleted after, everything else before just places and times to meet up at. A small smile spread across his face as he went to craft up a message, already thinking about what he could do here. There were a lot of people around, from what he'd seen, so it wouldn't even be so bad if some more died here. Especially since he didn't know a lot of them.
This could be fun.